I took T. to martial arts. Only one instructor, so he joined the family class. He did better than he often does. He has been asking many, many questions about various things around the house and how they came to be the way they are (changes to the locks, installing the sensor in the laundry, why we switched from a front loader washing machine to a top loader, why we don’t have a self-locking entry lock but just a deadbolt, and many, many more). It’s been a little exhausting and feels endless. So I got him to brush his teeth and to do some of his PT exercises. We’d been focusing on the wall stretch and the toe stand primarily, but I got out the foot stool and had him do squats. This was the point at which I finally figured out a way to explain to him the goal of all this work. I showed him the bottom of his foot, and which part of his foot is supposed to touch the ground. And then he was finally able to do a squat — sort of — without his knees touching each other. So. We got into this situation because of amateur hour Stop Toe Walking Use Your Heels. Maybe we’ll get out of it by me saying toes in and don’t walk on your arches.
ETA: I took A. to dinner at Crossroads.
ETA: I took A. to dinner at Crossroads.